Sunday, May 3, 2015

Better. Much.

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With some contemplation, I have figured out the reason for my flight.  The whole reason.  Yeah, there were other things involved.  A bit of consideration and even I realized that wasn't the whole reason.  Some of those things may have lead to the real reason.  Some were born for fame or infamy, and to lead.  Some reject that.  Of those who reject leadership and all that comes with it are two types.  The most common type are the followers.  Fine.  There can only be just so many chiefs.  The other type refuses not just to lead, but also to follow.  But the world doesn't like those last types.  People are attracted to them like moths to a flame.  Of those moths, some are... more, much more, of a threat to one who wishes to be alone, mostly, than others.  Oh, but there is more.  Much more.  But that is much as I will say.

I believe I will finish unpacking tonight.  Undoing the back pack, setting things out to air dry, finishing off the coolers, sorting and storing.  If I still have juice, I will clean off the weight bench and begin lifting.  Oh, not a lot.  Actually just empty bars, and only about an half dozen exercises.  Bench press, butterflies, military, declined and seated, or some such.  Then on to bed, after a shower, to hit it tomorrow.  Oh, and I'll go through my gear and have a pack ready.  The pack is just for weight, though it has some minor essentials, including a meal, a dry and easily dried change of clothes, some minor gear for lighting a fire and such, if I won't use any of it, most likely, until I actually camp out.  Even then I probably won't use much of it, not for an overnighter.

Yes, I told you, I am beginning.  Waking.  Not from want, as that will never work, but from need.  Not to heal, either, but to escape.  If this looks tough, imagine building a cabin, or tracking, hunting, taking, butchering, hauling, then storing a big animal.  I have to compare and contrast this to that, then consider the potential time constraints, draw a line from one to the other, and chart my path.  It'll be much better if I overdo, so long as I don't break (though if I break, if it is complete, that... is better than doing nothing and the options that come with it).  Tick-tock, tick-tock- tick-tock...  Gotta go!

Later.

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